Divided: Inktober Day 2

I went looking for my body
amidst the mangled mess of memories

beyond thorned hedges of fear 

where my mind chases balloons

along a rocky beach. 
But I came back with

skins of sand

strong enough to hug the wavess

and not break 
I came back with eyes

that do not fear the face of death….

—

Hakeem Adam.

[All the poems in this Inktober series are unfinished, rough drafts that will be deleted once the month is over. Thank you]